Liam’s POV“Boss, the letter was sent to her already,” Posh’s voice came through my phone speaker, and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face after hearing his words.“Great job, Posh. I could tell she’s found out what her dad was hiding from her reaction earlier,” I remarked, sensing he was pleased with my praise.I ended the call and tossed my phone away as I continued stirring the pot of soup I had been cooking. I may be a blockhead sometimes and a very bossy person, but one thing I was extremely good at was making great meals.My mom had made sure to instill that gift in me before taking her own life, and every time I cooked, memories of her came flashing back.When Aliya got in earlier, I knew immediately she had received my gift. This game I was about to play with her was going to be a long one, and by the time I was done, she’d question her entire existence.As I stirred the pot, the doorbell rang. Aliya barely had any friends, so who could this be? I searched
Aliya’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers tightening around the edge of the sink. I looked good—flawless, rich, powerful, and untouchable. But why did it feel like none of that mattered?My eyes trailed to the faint dark circles under my eyes, a reminder of the sleepless night I had. I wasn’t an idiot—I knew what was happening to me, and it was something I’d dreaded since the first day I saw him in that restroom.I was starting to fall for Nick, and I hated myself for it.I hated how my heart raced whenever he smirked at me like he knew something I didn’t. I hated how I replayed every single one of our interactions in my head, trying to convince myself that his little games didn’t affect me. And worst of all, I hated how I caught myself wondering if he actually liked Nala.God, was I this pathetic?My father despised me. My best friend and boyfriend decided to tear my heart out by having an affair. And now, I was pining over my fake husband, who probably had his
Aliya’s POV I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended me. Brooke? My Brooke? What was she doing at that house? And why the hell was Nick there too? My brain did a full Olympic-level backflip trying to make sense of it. Was he sleeping with her? Oh my God. Was he sleeping with her and trying to get with my step sister at the same time? Nick’s unbelievable. I turned the ignition and drove home in absolute silence. My anger stood at the tip of my fingernails, and the worst-case scenarios played in my head like a damn horror movie. I shouldn’t be mad, but I couldn’t help it. It felt like Philip possessed Nick somehow because why does he only get involved with the women around me and not other women? This is a sick joke. By the time I pulled up in front of the house, I was practically vibrating with frustration. But I forced myself to act normal, as if I hadn’t just spent thirty minutes stalking my fake husband like a psycho. I tossed my handb
Aliya’s POV“Do you have her exact location, Mr. Wellington?” I asked the investigator, my voice low and calculating as my mind raced with hundreds of questions.“Yes, I do, and as a matter of fact, she stays in the next city. That should be like a six-hour drive.” He twitched a brow. “Are you planning on paying her a visit?”“Looks like I’d have to. I need to know why my dad is emptying his bank account for her,” I explained, and he nodded.I didn’t have much time, and I wanted to leave now because my curiosity was like the horny side of Nick. I pulled the chair and stood up immediately.“Thank you for your help, Mr. Wellington. I’ll be leaving now.” I smiled politely, but there was a bustling city inside of me—anger, resentment, doubts, and many other emotions I was yet to give a proper name to.“You’re welcome, Miss Aliya. I’ll keep you updated if anything more comes up.” He stood, sending out his hand for a handshake, and I took it. “Also, be careful. I’ve heard bad stories about
Aliya’s POVWe had been on the road now for two hours, and Nick hadn’t stopped trying to get under my skin. Taking a plane or the private jet would have been so much faster and easier, but I didn’t want Dad knowing about any of this, and Dano City didn’t have a terminal.“Are we there yet?” Nick pestered me, like he had been doing for hours.“You know, if you just shut your mouth, maybe we’ll get there faster,” I retorted.“Chill, baby.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You know I can take the wheel if you’re tired,” he offered. I wanted to say no so badly, but I was exhausted and sleepy.“Fine, I’ll pull over.” I relented and pulled over. We switched places and drove off once more.“You can sleep. I’ll just follow the GPS on my own,” Nick assured me, and for some weird reason, I trusted him. So, I closed my eyes and let sleep envelope me.…“Aliya, wake up.” A voice drifted into my consciousness as I struggled to peel my eyes open.When I finally did, I was met with Nick’s bea
Liam’s POVThe storm kept getting worse, and we had been out here for almost three hours. Worst of all, there wasn’t any signal to phone anyone. Classic Aliya—leaving the house unprepared. I mean, who moves without extra tires?“Fuck! I still can’t get to William or anyone!” Aliya yelled out of frustration, and honestly, I was becoming tired of her constant screaming.“Do you know we can save a lot of energy if we just stay quiet?” I remarked, turning my attention to her.“Nick, you do know you can be more helpful by trying to call someone for help, right? How do you expect me to stay calm when we’re stranded in my car, in the middle of nowhere, no signal, and a crazy storm?” She kept ranting, and my ears kept bleeding.“Can you just shut the hell up?” I snapped, startling her as her eyes widened. “Just stop talking, Aliya. Besides, I’m not the one who leaves for a journey without taking important things like a tire.”The car went silent, and the only sounds being heard now was the ra
Aliya’s POVNick Johnson being between my legs was never the plan, but I couldn’t stop myself anymore from what it wanted. We may have to face each other after this, and it’ll be so awkward, but right now, all that mattered was doing what we both wanted.Nick stuck his tongue in my vagina for the second time as I tilted my head back in pleasure, moaning loudly. The thought of Nick going down on another woman the way he did to me now was simply mind-draining.“Fuck, Aliya, you’re so wet!” Nick groaned, sliding his index finger inside me while licking and sucking on my clit. I grabbed his now-ruffled black hair and wiggled my ass against his face.He pulled my butt closer, devouring my juices like a dehydrated man who had just run a marathon.“Ahh, yeah, right there!” I wailed in pleasure as his free hand landed on my nipples. He flicked them slowly, lifting his head and meeting my gaze. His entire face and beard were covered in my juices.“You know, Nick, Philip has never done this to
Aliya’s POV “Miss Aliya, I bet you if you go right now to Deluxe Hotel, room 102, you’d catch him on the spot.” William’s voice sounded so convincing. I dropped the call without hesitation, picked up my bag and car keys and sped to the said hotel. I sat in my car for a while, wiping off the tears that tried to make its way out of my eyes. This couldn’t be true. Could it? Philip is a great guy and has always been. Taking out my phone, I texted my best friend Camille. “Girl, I think Philip’s cheating on me. I’m outside a hotel now. I hope it’s not true because I really love him. Anyway, call me when you get this message.” I opened the car door and stepped out. “Hi, miss Van Alen.” The fair skinned receptionist welcomed me. “Is there something you need us to take care of? It’s strange having you come down here by yourself. If there’s anything, let me know, and I’ll take care of it immediately.” She asked, fear evident in her eyes. The Deluxe Hotel was one of the
Aliya’s POVNick Johnson being between my legs was never the plan, but I couldn’t stop myself anymore from what it wanted. We may have to face each other after this, and it’ll be so awkward, but right now, all that mattered was doing what we both wanted.Nick stuck his tongue in my vagina for the second time as I tilted my head back in pleasure, moaning loudly. The thought of Nick going down on another woman the way he did to me now was simply mind-draining.“Fuck, Aliya, you’re so wet!” Nick groaned, sliding his index finger inside me while licking and sucking on my clit. I grabbed his now-ruffled black hair and wiggled my ass against his face.He pulled my butt closer, devouring my juices like a dehydrated man who had just run a marathon.“Ahh, yeah, right there!” I wailed in pleasure as his free hand landed on my nipples. He flicked them slowly, lifting his head and meeting my gaze. His entire face and beard were covered in my juices.“You know, Nick, Philip has never done this to
Liam’s POVThe storm kept getting worse, and we had been out here for almost three hours. Worst of all, there wasn’t any signal to phone anyone. Classic Aliya—leaving the house unprepared. I mean, who moves without extra tires?“Fuck! I still can’t get to William or anyone!” Aliya yelled out of frustration, and honestly, I was becoming tired of her constant screaming.“Do you know we can save a lot of energy if we just stay quiet?” I remarked, turning my attention to her.“Nick, you do know you can be more helpful by trying to call someone for help, right? How do you expect me to stay calm when we’re stranded in my car, in the middle of nowhere, no signal, and a crazy storm?” She kept ranting, and my ears kept bleeding.“Can you just shut the hell up?” I snapped, startling her as her eyes widened. “Just stop talking, Aliya. Besides, I’m not the one who leaves for a journey without taking important things like a tire.”The car went silent, and the only sounds being heard now was the ra
Aliya’s POVWe had been on the road now for two hours, and Nick hadn’t stopped trying to get under my skin. Taking a plane or the private jet would have been so much faster and easier, but I didn’t want Dad knowing about any of this, and Dano City didn’t have a terminal.“Are we there yet?” Nick pestered me, like he had been doing for hours.“You know, if you just shut your mouth, maybe we’ll get there faster,” I retorted.“Chill, baby.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You know I can take the wheel if you’re tired,” he offered. I wanted to say no so badly, but I was exhausted and sleepy.“Fine, I’ll pull over.” I relented and pulled over. We switched places and drove off once more.“You can sleep. I’ll just follow the GPS on my own,” Nick assured me, and for some weird reason, I trusted him. So, I closed my eyes and let sleep envelope me.…“Aliya, wake up.” A voice drifted into my consciousness as I struggled to peel my eyes open.When I finally did, I was met with Nick’s bea
Aliya’s POV“Do you have her exact location, Mr. Wellington?” I asked the investigator, my voice low and calculating as my mind raced with hundreds of questions.“Yes, I do, and as a matter of fact, she stays in the next city. That should be like a six-hour drive.” He twitched a brow. “Are you planning on paying her a visit?”“Looks like I’d have to. I need to know why my dad is emptying his bank account for her,” I explained, and he nodded.I didn’t have much time, and I wanted to leave now because my curiosity was like the horny side of Nick. I pulled the chair and stood up immediately.“Thank you for your help, Mr. Wellington. I’ll be leaving now.” I smiled politely, but there was a bustling city inside of me—anger, resentment, doubts, and many other emotions I was yet to give a proper name to.“You’re welcome, Miss Aliya. I’ll keep you updated if anything more comes up.” He stood, sending out his hand for a handshake, and I took it. “Also, be careful. I’ve heard bad stories about
Aliya’s POV I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended me. Brooke? My Brooke? What was she doing at that house? And why the hell was Nick there too? My brain did a full Olympic-level backflip trying to make sense of it. Was he sleeping with her? Oh my God. Was he sleeping with her and trying to get with my step sister at the same time? Nick’s unbelievable. I turned the ignition and drove home in absolute silence. My anger stood at the tip of my fingernails, and the worst-case scenarios played in my head like a damn horror movie. I shouldn’t be mad, but I couldn’t help it. It felt like Philip possessed Nick somehow because why does he only get involved with the women around me and not other women? This is a sick joke. By the time I pulled up in front of the house, I was practically vibrating with frustration. But I forced myself to act normal, as if I hadn’t just spent thirty minutes stalking my fake husband like a psycho. I tossed my handb
Aliya’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers tightening around the edge of the sink. I looked good—flawless, rich, powerful, and untouchable. But why did it feel like none of that mattered?My eyes trailed to the faint dark circles under my eyes, a reminder of the sleepless night I had. I wasn’t an idiot—I knew what was happening to me, and it was something I’d dreaded since the first day I saw him in that restroom.I was starting to fall for Nick, and I hated myself for it.I hated how my heart raced whenever he smirked at me like he knew something I didn’t. I hated how I replayed every single one of our interactions in my head, trying to convince myself that his little games didn’t affect me. And worst of all, I hated how I caught myself wondering if he actually liked Nala.God, was I this pathetic?My father despised me. My best friend and boyfriend decided to tear my heart out by having an affair. And now, I was pining over my fake husband, who probably had his
Liam’s POV“Boss, the letter was sent to her already,” Posh’s voice came through my phone speaker, and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face after hearing his words.“Great job, Posh. I could tell she’s found out what her dad was hiding from her reaction earlier,” I remarked, sensing he was pleased with my praise.I ended the call and tossed my phone away as I continued stirring the pot of soup I had been cooking. I may be a blockhead sometimes and a very bossy person, but one thing I was extremely good at was making great meals.My mom had made sure to instill that gift in me before taking her own life, and every time I cooked, memories of her came flashing back.When Aliya got in earlier, I knew immediately she had received my gift. This game I was about to play with her was going to be a long one, and by the time I was done, she’d question her entire existence.As I stirred the pot, the doorbell rang. Aliya barely had any friends, so who could this be? I searched
Aliya’s POVThis must be some type of sick joke, right?First, I get a message from him on my phone, and now I’m receiving letters telling me what to do and what not to?Who the hell is Mr. L?Could it be Philip?The thought made my stomach twist. That bastard had always been conniving, always finding ways to get under my skin. But this… this was different. There was something eerily personal about the way Mr. L spoke, like he knew me—really knew me.I tried to shake it off, but the unease clung to me like a second skin. This wasn’t an admirer, and this wasn’t some harmless prank. This was a stalker. And the most terrifying part was that he knew about my meeting with Dad today. How did he do it?I didn’t have time to dwell on it because Brooke’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.“Aliya,” she called, pushing open my office door. “It’s 4 P.M. Your meeting with your dad and the lawyer is set to take place at the mansion.”I nodded, barely registering her words.Dragging a hand through
Aliya’s POVMy head throbbed with pain as I struggled to pry my eyes open. The light was blinding, forcing me to press my fingers against my temples.“What happened?” I muttered to myself, trying to sit upright.When my vision finally cleared, I was met with the sight of the most handsome man, dressed in a white T-shirt and sweatpants, staring at me with that playful smirk that never seemed to leave his face.“You’re awake,” he remarked before turning and walking out of my bedroom without waiting for a response.I managed to sit up, though it still felt as if a herd of elephants were trampling through my skull. Nick walked back in, this time carrying a glass of water.“Here, this should help with the pain,” he offered, handing me the glass along with a pill.I never wanted his help in any way, but if this headache persisted, I might actually lose my memory from how intense it was.As I reached for the glass, his fingers brushed against mine, making my heart race faster than usual. For